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Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 4: A Chase and Captivity
Jean's footfalls echoed quietly compared to the eight-foot-tall aliens that chased her. She was fast but they were faster. Jean tried to take as many turns as possible, but they somehow managed to stay right behind her. As she rounded one corner, she saw an open room, a bedroom she guessed by the small cot set in the corner, and raced in it shutting and locking the door behind her. The door was metal, but she guessed the aliens could get through it in seconds.
As if on command, there came pounding against the door and angry shrieks from outside. Jean looked around for any means of escape. She glanced above the cot and saw a metal grate above the bed. Jean raced over to it, pulled out a knife, and began hacking at the grate. She finally was able to pull away enough metal that she would be able to slip her slender form through.
The ventilation shafts were about two feet high and wide; just big enough for her and too small for those aliens. Jean began to hear the door crack under the pressure the aliens were putting on it, and quickly scuttled into the tunnel. As she crawled through the shafts, she heard the aliens scream in anger behind her. "Life sucks, huh? I know." Jean thought angrily.
Once she felt she was a safe distance from the aliens, Jean sat down in the shaft and figured out what she should do now. She hoped that at least some of the men were alive, and she was pretty sure Schaefer wasn't dead. She decided to head in the direction of the old battle corridor. As she crawled she heard a noise coming from a tunnel to her right. She crawled over to the tunnel and found herself looking down though a vent at one of the Predators.
She stared at the alien as it talked to another that walked up to it with inhuman clicks and growls. "Jeez, nobody ever looks up," Jean giggled silently to herself. She was just about to turn around and go back to the main tunnel. When one of the predators did look up! Jean it screeched a extremely loud cry; loud enough that Jean put her hands over her ears to block out the sound and turned to make a hasty retreat to the safety of the main tunnel.
Suddenly, the alien punched its hand through the grate and grabbed Jean's ankle. Jean scrabbled for a hand hold on the smooth tunnel to no avail. The alien began to drag her out of the tunnel when Jean's hand groped a shape piece of shattered metal from the grate. She spun like a cat, and in one swift movement stabbed the metal shard into alien's hand. It screamed in pain and its grip loosened; Jean didn't need much more of an invitation. She pulled her foot from the alien's grip and scrambled back to the main shaft. She sighed in relief. No way was she getting in that deadly of a situation again.
Grek'te was talking to one of the higher warriors when he saw a flash of red and orange above them. His head shot up and he saw the human in the tunnel above them. Grek'te sent out a cry to the others that he had found the beast and punched his hand up through the grate to grab the human. He could almost taste his victory when he felt something sharp pierce the skin of him hand. He screamed and released the grip on the beast's leg, letting it go. He pulled down his hand and looked at the small piece of metal sticking out of his hand. He ripped it out, threw it to the floor, and tried to find another way to capture the beast.
Dutch awoke with a groan. The last thing he remembered was fighting that big-ass alien when the alien's fist connected with the side of his head. Now as he looked around, he was on a ship, but definitely not a human ship. The walls of the small room he was in pulsed with red and orange light, each pulse lighting up the intricate carvings on the walls. The floor was lightly padded and as he looked around, Dutch realized that he wasn't alone. Harrigan lay, unconscious, only a few feet away from him.
Dutch crawled over to Harrigan, his legs not responding very well and attempted to wake him. Harrigan's eyes slowly opened and he sat up extremely fast. Harrigan looked around the room then lowered his head. "Shit. We're on their ship." "I guessed." Dutch looked around. There was no sign of a doorway, but he knew the aliens had probably disguised it. "Why are we alive?" Dutch asked Harrigan. Harrigan had been on one of these ships before. Maybe he knew what was going on. "Knowing these sadistic bastards, it isn't good for us. I guess we are the only survivors." The last sentence was a statement, not a question. Dutch sighed. These Predators were not known for their mercy. Dutch was about to respond with a yes when an annoyingly familiar voice rang out from somewhere nearby. "Release me you sons-a-bitches! Let me go!"
Jean got captured. "How stupid can I get!?" she thought for the hundredth time. She had left the ventilation shafts when she got lost on her way to the battle corridor. She had been intercepted quite quickly after that. The aliens dragged her, kicking and screaming, towards the hanger and had used some weird teleportation shit to get them on their ship. Jean was now having a major fit. She screamed, kicked, bit, clawed, and did any other dirty trick she could think of to get out of the creatures grasp.
Finally she went still, trying to think her way out of this situation. She decided she could take care of the two holding her, and figure how to get past the others when the time came. She lifted her foot high and brought her heel down on the bridge of the Predator's foot. She heard something crack and the Predator released her to fall to the ground hugging his foot in his hands. Jean then drove her pointy elbow into the other Predator's neck knocking him backward. As he stumbled backward Jean kicked at the back of the Predator's legs, just below the knee joint. A move like that could severely injure a human; it was banned from martial arts for its danger and she was sure it hurt somewhat for this alien sucker.
There were five other Predators behind her and three in front of her. Well, chances were better forward rather than backward. The three Predators in front of her didn't even look back when to other two roared. Well, considering the racket she had been making, she didn't blame them.
Jean ran forward shoving the aliens out of her way, and raced now down the alien hallway. One of the Predators was right behind her, so when Jean stopped dead, the alien tripped over her, doing a full flip and landing flat on its back. Jean jumped over the alien and continued her run.
An'tir'de watched the human push past him and the two other warriors and race down the hallway. Raszande, his second in command, quickly pursed the human turning a corner at a full run. An'tir'de Saw the human stop, tripping Raszande. It was smart, but no faster than him. He tackled the human to the ground as it put up a pretty good fight to escape. He decided that he would personally deliver this one to the containment chamber himself. It began to scream at him, curses he guessed, as he pulled her down the hallway.
He finally reached the containment chamber and told on of the students to open the doorway; he needed both hands for this one. The door opened upward and the other two humans that were in the room faced the doorway. An'tir'de casually tossed the human it the room and shut the door.
Harrigan heard the kid's voice before he saw her. A door opened in the wall; it was perfectly camouflaged with the wall so that they would have a hard time escaping. He saw the same alien Dutch had fought throw the kid in the room and shut the door. Harrigan walked over to the kid and helped her into a seated position. She seemed in the best condition out of all of them, but she was the most exhausted. "Wow, I guess you are stronger than you look," Dutch said, a hint of pride in his voice; but he knew no matter how good the kid was, they probably wouldn't get out of this on alive.
Whew! Man, that took awhile, and now my hands are cramping! Arrrgh! Hope you enjoyed this, updates soon, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!
Predator: Homeworld
Chapter 4: A Chase and Captivity
Jean's footfalls echoed quietly compared to the eight-foot-tall aliens that chased her. She was fast but they were faster. Jean tried to take as many turns as possible, but they somehow managed to stay right behind her. As she rounded one corner, she saw an open room, a bedroom she guessed by the small cot set in the corner, and raced in it shutting and locking the door behind her. The door was metal, but she guessed the aliens could get through it in seconds.
As if on command, there came pounding against the door and angry shrieks from outside. Jean looked around for any means of escape. She glanced above the cot and saw a metal grate above the bed. Jean raced over to it, pulled out a knife, and began hacking at the grate. She finally was able to pull away enough metal that she would be able to slip her slender form through.
The ventilation shafts were about two feet high and wide; just big enough for her and too small for those aliens. Jean began to hear the door crack under the pressure the aliens were putting on it, and quickly scuttled into the tunnel. As she crawled through the shafts, she heard the aliens scream in anger behind her. "Life sucks, huh? I know." Jean thought angrily.
Once she felt she was a safe distance from the aliens, Jean sat down in the shaft and figured out what she should do now. She hoped that at least some of the men were alive, and she was pretty sure Schaefer wasn't dead. She decided to head in the direction of the old battle corridor. As she crawled she heard a noise coming from a tunnel to her right. She crawled over to the tunnel and found herself looking down though a vent at one of the Predators.
She stared at the alien as it talked to another that walked up to it with inhuman clicks and growls. "Jeez, nobody ever looks up," Jean giggled silently to herself. She was just about to turn around and go back to the main tunnel. When one of the predators did look up! Jean it screeched a extremely loud cry; loud enough that Jean put her hands over her ears to block out the sound and turned to make a hasty retreat to the safety of the main tunnel.
Suddenly, the alien punched its hand through the grate and grabbed Jean's ankle. Jean scrabbled for a hand hold on the smooth tunnel to no avail. The alien began to drag her out of the tunnel when Jean's hand groped a shape piece of shattered metal from the grate. She spun like a cat, and in one swift movement stabbed the metal shard into alien's hand. It screamed in pain and its grip loosened; Jean didn't need much more of an invitation. She pulled her foot from the alien's grip and scrambled back to the main shaft. She sighed in relief. No way was she getting in that deadly of a situation again.
Grek'te was talking to one of the higher warriors when he saw a flash of red and orange above them. His head shot up and he saw the human in the tunnel above them. Grek'te sent out a cry to the others that he had found the beast and punched his hand up through the grate to grab the human. He could almost taste his victory when he felt something sharp pierce the skin of him hand. He screamed and released the grip on the beast's leg, letting it go. He pulled down his hand and looked at the small piece of metal sticking out of his hand. He ripped it out, threw it to the floor, and tried to find another way to capture the beast.
Dutch awoke with a groan. The last thing he remembered was fighting that big-ass alien when the alien's fist connected with the side of his head. Now as he looked around, he was on a ship, but definitely not a human ship. The walls of the small room he was in pulsed with red and orange light, each pulse lighting up the intricate carvings on the walls. The floor was lightly padded and as he looked around, Dutch realized that he wasn't alone. Harrigan lay, unconscious, only a few feet away from him.
Dutch crawled over to Harrigan, his legs not responding very well and attempted to wake him. Harrigan's eyes slowly opened and he sat up extremely fast. Harrigan looked around the room then lowered his head. "Shit. We're on their ship." "I guessed." Dutch looked around. There was no sign of a doorway, but he knew the aliens had probably disguised it. "Why are we alive?" Dutch asked Harrigan. Harrigan had been on one of these ships before. Maybe he knew what was going on. "Knowing these sadistic bastards, it isn't good for us. I guess we are the only survivors." The last sentence was a statement, not a question. Dutch sighed. These Predators were not known for their mercy. Dutch was about to respond with a yes when an annoyingly familiar voice rang out from somewhere nearby. "Release me you sons-a-bitches! Let me go!"
Jean got captured. "How stupid can I get!?" she thought for the hundredth time. She had left the ventilation shafts when she got lost on her way to the battle corridor. She had been intercepted quite quickly after that. The aliens dragged her, kicking and screaming, towards the hanger and had used some weird teleportation shit to get them on their ship. Jean was now having a major fit. She screamed, kicked, bit, clawed, and did any other dirty trick she could think of to get out of the creatures grasp.
Finally she went still, trying to think her way out of this situation. She decided she could take care of the two holding her, and figure how to get past the others when the time came. She lifted her foot high and brought her heel down on the bridge of the Predator's foot. She heard something crack and the Predator released her to fall to the ground hugging his foot in his hands. Jean then drove her pointy elbow into the other Predator's neck knocking him backward. As he stumbled backward Jean kicked at the back of the Predator's legs, just below the knee joint. A move like that could severely injure a human; it was banned from martial arts for its danger and she was sure it hurt somewhat for this alien sucker.
There were five other Predators behind her and three in front of her. Well, chances were better forward rather than backward. The three Predators in front of her didn't even look back when to other two roared. Well, considering the racket she had been making, she didn't blame them.
Jean ran forward shoving the aliens out of her way, and raced now down the alien hallway. One of the Predators was right behind her, so when Jean stopped dead, the alien tripped over her, doing a full flip and landing flat on its back. Jean jumped over the alien and continued her run.
An'tir'de watched the human push past him and the two other warriors and race down the hallway. Raszande, his second in command, quickly pursed the human turning a corner at a full run. An'tir'de Saw the human stop, tripping Raszande. It was smart, but no faster than him. He tackled the human to the ground as it put up a pretty good fight to escape. He decided that he would personally deliver this one to the containment chamber himself. It began to scream at him, curses he guessed, as he pulled her down the hallway.
He finally reached the containment chamber and told on of the students to open the doorway; he needed both hands for this one. The door opened upward and the other two humans that were in the room faced the doorway. An'tir'de casually tossed the human it the room and shut the door.
Harrigan heard the kid's voice before he saw her. A door opened in the wall; it was perfectly camouflaged with the wall so that they would have a hard time escaping. He saw the same alien Dutch had fought throw the kid in the room and shut the door. Harrigan walked over to the kid and helped her into a seated position. She seemed in the best condition out of all of them, but she was the most exhausted. "Wow, I guess you are stronger than you look," Dutch said, a hint of pride in his voice; but he knew no matter how good the kid was, they probably wouldn't get out of this on alive.
Whew! Man, that took awhile, and now my hands are cramping! Arrrgh! Hope you enjoyed this, updates soon, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!